1. Swallows are worthy of being people’s friends, and they are also very understanding of human nature. An interesting thing happened to my swallows: when the swallows just flew back the year before last, they were chirping and busy repairing the house, and they had an affair with the people who were playing cards at my house.

contradiction.

A "Mahjong beauty" who was unlucky thought that her loss was caused by the swallows. She stood up and cursed at the swallows. She would not stop scolding the swallows as long as they chirped.

She came to my house to scold the swallows for several days in a row. As a result, "Mahjong Xishi" won and the swallows left my house angrily. They never came back this year.

I was also angry and would no longer welcome "Mahjong Xishi" to my house to play cards.

2. There are two little swallows living in the bird's nest. They are very cute.

Black feathers, a white belly, a pair of pretty little eyes, like a pair of black gems embedded in the face, red cheeks on both sides of the head, and a scissor-like tail, as if wearing a tuxedo.

3. There is a bird in my house, wearing a noble and elegant tuxedo, a small and cute mouth, and handsome and brisk wings. It looks black and stands gracefully. Needless to say, no need to guess, this is a lively and clever little swallow.

4. My little swallows fly in and out from under the eaves every day, chirping and playing in the air. Even on rainy days, they go out to look for food.

In November last year, the weather gradually became colder, and the little swallows quietly flew to the south to spend the winter. I have been thinking about them in my heart. Can they fly such a long distance?

Can they really fly back next year?

5. I wanted to pick out a few to play with, so I brought a ladder, leaned against the wall, and climbed up like a little monkey. In the blink of an eye, I was at the bird's nest. Just as I was about to pick it up, Lao Yan came back.

, fell on the branch, stretched its neck, and shouted "chirp", as if protesting. I didn't care about it, I touched the nest with my hand, and two little swallows were taken out and put into my pocket.

Then I touched two more. The little swallows struggled and fluttered in the pocket. 6. The little swallows built their nests on the eaves of a shop. I saw them flying to the puddle.

With some mud in its mouth, it flew back to the eaves. The swallows stopped in front of some newly built nests, carefully placed the mud on the gaps, looked at them carefully, and chirped a few times.

Fly away. Just like this, the two swallows flew back and forth. My eyes were tired, but the swallows were not tired and kept working. 7. Spring.

, there is a swallow's nest under the eaves of my grandma's house, and there are three swallows living on it, one is a mother swallow, one is a father swallow, and the other is a newly born baby swallow. 8. Whenever I pass by the corridor, I have to look at it.

Watching swallows make nests. Swallows have a hard time building nests. They have to go far away to pick up mud. They chew the mud in their mouths and then stick it to the eaves. I thought: This swallow is bit by bit.

When will the nest be completed? 9. When I opened my eyes, there was only one swallow lying on the road. The swallow that was originally chirping was now motionless on the road with its head drooped and its wings contracted.

The shining eyes have lost their luster. I know that this poor little guy will die soon, and I feel sad, but this swallow still struggles and screams hard, seeming to be asking for help from his relatives.

It seemed that he was making a final struggle for life, and seemed to be reprimanding the humans who had destroyed his life. No matter what, his voice became lower and lower. 10. When he heard the clear and cheerful cry,

I knew that the little swallows were singing loudly on the wires. Suddenly, they ran away with their sweet songs. It turned out that these swallows were tired and rested on the wires. They looked around at the beautiful scenery from time to time, against the backdrop of the clear blue sky.

The wires are like staffs, and the swallows that stop are like the "living notes" in the musicians' hearts. 11. In spring, the swallows made a nest under the eaves of my house.

Later, the old swallow hatched a little swallow.

Every time the old swallow flies back, the little swallow always flaps its wings, opens its tender yellow mouth and murmurs, it's so fun!

12. The little swallows’ feathers slowly hardened and they began to practice flying. Finally they were able to soar into the blue sky.

Every evening, 6 swallows come home in unison. Their nests can no longer fit in. The little swallows live in the nest, and the swallows’ parents live on the electric fan. I often look up at them, as if they are my family members.

The same, very warm, I like them very much.

I fall asleep listening to the chirping of birds every day, and wake up to the chirping of birds in the morning. It feels so good. 13. Swallows eat a lot, and when they sing, it means they are hungry.

The amount of each feeding is 7 or 8 grains of rice.

Before dawn, it was barking loudly in its nest, so I had to get up to find rice grains to feed it.

14. Just because they are neighbors to me, I discovered their secrets. The father and mother swallows are just like our parents. In order to feed their children, they have to work tirelessly to feed the swallow babies in distant places every day.

Foraging for food, and then coming back to feed their babies one bite at a time, I watched the baby swallows getting stronger and stronger day by day, while the swallow mother's mother became thinner and thinner day by day, and a feeling of admiration arose spontaneously.

15. The swallow's wings are long and narrow, its tail is like a scissors, and it is dressed in black clothes.

The cry is cordial and symbolizes good luck.

Swallows like to make nests on the eaves and hatch their young.